Robert Nichols: Всі вірші поета

Всі вірші Оригінали Переклади

1 2 3 › »

Battery Moving Up to a New Position from Rest Camp:Dawn

Not a sign of life we rouse

In any square close-shuttered house

That flanks the road we amble down

Toward far trenches through the town.

The dark, snow-slushy, empty street....

Tingle of frost in brow and feet....

Horse-breath goes dimly up like smoke.

No sound but the smacking stroke

Robert Nichols

The Nocturne: Address to the Sunset

Exquisite stillness! What serenities

Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall

The stonecrop’s fire and beyond the precipice

How huge, how hushed the primrose evenfall!

How softly, too, the white crane voyages

Yon honeyed height of warmth and silence,

whence

He can look down on islet, lake and shore

Robert Nichols

The Flower Of Flame

AS round the cliff I came alone

The whole bay bared its blaze to me;

Loud sang the wind, the wild sun shone

The tumbled clouds fled scattering on,

Light shattered on wave and winking stone,

And in the glassy midst stood one

Brighter than sun or cloud or sea.

Robert Nichols

Three Songs Of The Enigma

SOMETHING

How long I have wished for something I know well,

But what that something is I cannot tell.

So often at sunrise in sad tears I wake

Shivering with longing for its sake;

So often at noontide when the house is still

It sickens me with its unbidden ill;

Robert Nichols

The Philosopher's Oration: A Faun's Holiday

Meanwhile, though nations in distress

Cower at a comet's loveliness

Shaken across the midnight sky;

Though the wind roars, and Victory,

A virgin fierce, on vans of gold

Stoops through the cloud's white smother rolled

Over the armies' shock and flow

Across the broad green hills below,

Robert Nichols

The Tower

It was deep night, and over Jerusalem's low roofs

The moon floated, drifting through high vaporous woofs.

The moonlight crept and glistened silent, solemn, sweet,

Over dome and column, up empty, endless street;

In the closed, scented gardens the rose loosed from the stem

Her white showery petals; none regarded them;

The starry thicket breathed odours to the sentinel palm;

Silence possessed the city like a soul possessed by calm.

Robert Nichols

The Prophetic Bard's Oration: From A Faun's Holiday

'Be warned! I feel the world grow old,

And off Olympus fades the gold

Of the simple passionate sun;

And the Gods wither one by one;

Proud-eyed Apollo's bow is broken,

And throned Zeus nods nor may be woken

But by the song of spirits seven

Quiring in the midnight heaven

Robert Nichols

November

As I walk the misty hill

All is languid, fogged, and still;

Not a note of any bird

Nor any motion's hint is heard,

Save from soaking thickets round

Trickle or water's rushing sound,

And from ghostly trees the drip

Of runnel dews or whispering slip

Robert Nichols

The Naiads' Music: From A Faun's Holiday

Come, ye sorrowful, and steep

Your tired brows in a nectarous sleep:

For our kisses lightlier run

Than the traceries of the sun

By the lolling water cast

Up grey precipices vast,

Lifting smooth and waem and steep

Out of the palely shimmering deep.

Robert Nichols

Nearer

Nearer and ever nearer...

My body, tired but tense,

Hovers 'twixt vague pleasure

And tremulous confidence.

Arms to have and to use them

And a soul to be made

Worthy, if not worthy;

Robert Nichols

Evenstar

Evenstar, still evenstar

If this twilight thou dost shine

On a more unhappy head,

On tears lonelier than mine,

Vainer prayers and deepest sighs,

Take, sweet spirit, thou that art

Comforter of our despairs

All the prayers perforce unsaid,

Robert Nichols

'To _____'

Asleep within the deadest hour of night

And turning with the earth, I was aware

How suddenly the eastern curve was bright,

As when the sun arises from his lair.

But not the sun arose: It was thy hair

Shaken up heaven in tossing leagues of light.

Since then I know that neither night nor day

May I escape thee, O my heavenly hell!

Robert Nichols